"Huge barrel percussion, hollow flutes, great chimes, klings and klangs and the haunted voices of many howl throughout, leaving you slightly terrified yet at ease with your surroundings. The wet wood groans and splits into fragments of a melody; volcanoes and mud collapse in on themselves as the rumble echoes through the subterranean caverns that shift beneath your feet. It could be called "Doom Exotica", the last puff of air from the lungs of Les Baxter as he drifts away in an opium coma." (label info)